Lyrics:

I say, I say, I say, I say
1, 2, 3, 4 out of 5 aint bad
And once youre in
It really doesnt feel so crammed

You win, you win, just a little, but you win
That pretty face is telling lies
Its plaster more than skin
But its good enough, you win

Where did it all go right?
You make plans that you dont stick to
If Im ill then you feel sick too
Aint it strange?

Come down, come down
Just a tiny bit come down
And when the saints go marching in
One saint will get you with one swing
So please give up and come down

Did it all go right?
September you dont take notice
October you try to ignore us
November you look so gloomy
December you give in to me
Aint it strange?